Chapter 110 New Life.
When Shu Lan came out of the shower, the long steel pipe above the swimming pool had been abandoned aside, replaced by Shu Maomao's pet octopus.
The giant octopus slid back and forth in the pool, slapping the clothing up and down with its eight tentacles.
Shu Maomao stood beside it, his arms folded, watching it work like a supervisor.
I have to say that people's adaptability is really strong. At the beginning, Shu Lan felt that these large creatures that appeared upon being summoned looked very scary, which is what people often call gigantic fear.
After seeing it many times, I could calmly treat it as a strange pet raised by my son.
Shu Lan walked over to Shu Maomao, watched for a while, and suddenly said, "Baby, there's a delicacy called grilled octopus tentacles. They're made by grilling octopus tentacles on a grill. They're delicious. One this big one is probably enough for a hundred people."
The octopus's movements slowed down, and its plump and elastic tentacles seemed to shrink towards its big head.
Shu Lan was surprised: "Can it understand what we say?"
Shu Maomao was speechless: "Why else would it be washing clothes here?"
"Yeah, octopus, don't be afraid, I won't eat it. Keep busy, don't just take pictures, stir it too."
Shu Maomao cleaned all the dust and mainly cleaned the stains and odors. After the pool water was drained six times, the water became clear and the foam almost disappeared. The first step of washing was completed.
The final step is dehydration.
Shu Maomao's water-related abilities mainly involve creating water and controlling the water he creates. The existing liquids are beyond his control.
So he had to fill the pool himself and then pump the water away.
"Okay, let's put these in the space to dry for an afternoon before giving them to them."
Shu Maomao didn't understand: "Mommy, do we have to dry it in the sun even if it's dry?"
Shu Lan said, "Sunbathing a quilt will become more comfortable after it's been exposed to the sun, although Mommy doesn't know why."
The space simulates light above the quilt, and the vultures that appear upon being summoned use their large claws to grab handfuls of textiles from the swimming pool and throw them onto the clean roofs and tops of fruit trees.
Shu Lan peeled an orange, handed the flesh to Shu Maomao, and asked the system: "How long until the Spring Festival?"
"Fifteen days."
"Oh~ Let's leave the pool like this for now. I'll give it to Master Octopus to use for kneading dough later."
Master Octopus, who has already returned to his hometown, doesn't know that he has interviewed for a new position.
Lunch time was almost here. Shu Lan and Shu Maomao came out of the space. When they landed, most people around them acted as if they were used to it, but the new chefs in District 15 were all shocked by the sudden change.
"…Where did your commander come from?"
The original cook from District 9 tutted, "Do you understand? You keep saying you guys! There's only one commander here, and that's our commander. She came out of the storage space."
"She put so many ingredients in it, does that mean we can still have a meal at noon?"
"Yeah, we can eat at night, three meals a day."
People from District 15: "How luxurious..."
They only have one meal a day, and sometimes when the harvest is poor, they can barely afford even one meal.
"Alas, when our District 9 only had 2,000 people, we had two dishes for each meal. Later, as the number of people increased, the commander said there was no time to make them, so we only had one dish."
People from District 15: "...We're late."
Everyone is always bound by their own cognition, thinking that if they can't eat, other survivors must also be starving.
If I tell you now, I'm afraid not many people would believe that District 9 still maintains the habit of eating three meals a day.
After all, there is strength in numbers. After handing over the ingredients, Shu Lan went out to see that in just one morning, the living area had successfully expanded outward.
If they had not had to move underground for refuge, it would not take long for these Z country people, who have a deep belief in infrastructure, to turn the ruined area into a place full of high-rise buildings.
"Call it a day! It's time for dinner! Everyone, please clock in and out of the cafeteria in an orderly manner. Do not push or shove, and do not cut in line. Don't worry, everyone will get a meal. If anyone has ulterior motives and secretly queues twice, thinking they can eat faster, the supervisor will find out and arrest them and execute them in public."
Ji Lan grabbed Zhong Mei's arm and asked in surprise, "Is the punishment so severe?"
In the past, when she encountered thieves, she would just scold them and make them starve for a few days.
Zhong Mei said, "Well, the commander said that if the punishment isn't severe enough, more people will follow suit. The more people there are, the more they'll follow suit. By then, it'll be too late to intervene. We shouldn't let people like these who lack a sense of community spoil the whole thing like a rat."
Ji Lan frowned, reviewing his previous experience as deputy commander, and discovered another factor that led to the chaos in District 15.
She and Jing Hongyu were both students, and neither of them was decisive enough. They were worried that others would have opinions or that it would cause a rebellion if they imposed heavy punishments. They valued the survivors too much, so they repeatedly tolerated those with bad character who refused to change and were allowed to abuse their power in the base.
But Qin Xiaoshuang never cares about the life or death of people she dislikes. She uses the simplest and most brutal methods to suppress the evil in human nature and force everyone to do the right thing that is beneficial to the group.
It's time to shoot the evil guy who has lost the constraints of the rules instead of trying to reason with him.
After the review, the dark clouds in Ji Lan's heart dissipated a lot.
She didn't want to think about it anymore. Let them stay in the old place and get entangled. She was going to embrace a new life.
…
Jing Hongyu was so angry that he almost exploded. Then a group of people with special abilities secretly emptied the warehouse and escaped from the base.
They don't take the lives of the remaining more than 10,000 ordinary people seriously at all.
He sat up in shock from his dying illness and urgently summoned people with special abilities to chase after the deserters. His burns had not yet healed, but he had to travel thousands of miles to chase the deserters.
Fortunately, they didn't encounter a large number of zombies on the road, and they successfully caught up with the fleeing thief.
The two sides of the psychics fought, and in the end Jing Hongyu's fire that burned the sky and destroyed the earth was superior.
He cursed loudly, "Do you still have any conscience? Don't the people in District 15 want to live anymore?"
What answered him was a sneak attack with a gunshot. The bullet whizzed past his ear and Jing Hongyu was stunned.
Why?
From beginning to end, what had he done to let these people down?
He had clearly been protecting them, but what he got in return was betrayal and this unexplained and unreasonable shooting.
At that moment, the chill in his heart covered all the pain. Jing Hongyu's eyes gradually became dim, and he said no more. The fire dragon waiting for an opportunity opened its mouth and bit the living person's body.
His voice was low and filled with disappointment: "Hand over what you stole."
Except for the space ability user who was coerced, everyone else was burned to charred corpses.
On the way back, Owl treated Jing Hongyu. Seeing his disheartened expression, he said hesitantly, "Our team has experienced this kind of thing once before."
Jing Hongyu perked up a bit: "Are you talking about the mother and son who emptied your cellar?"
"Yes, they are also the mother and son wanted by you for killing a team of psychics."
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